William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings


The stub of a candle in a rotting old pumpkin —
let’s light it one more time — then watch brave autumn
cave in on itself — and treasure the rind.



I love them best
on frozen steps
with sunken cheeks
and moldy breath,

I love the rest
in muddy fields,
bright with age
and ripe with next
year’s children.

I love them
riding on a truck,
or safely cradled
in a woman’s

I would be one
when daylight fails
or winter comes,
as long as she
would have me.

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